I go north, you go south

"Brother, you should have some breakfast first."

Mo Ziwen took out the breakfast that had just been placed on the tea table, and then deliberately lowered his voice: "You haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon, and you will suffer from stomach problems again if you don't eat something."

"No, let's talk about business first."

Ling Bei still didn't take out the hand that was held by Nan Zishu, but used the other hand to carefully tidy up the blanket on her body.During this period, his gaze has been covering Nan Zishu gently.

Uh, I didn't have time to raise my eyelids and take a look at Mo Ziwen.

However, Mo Ziwen seems to have become accustomed to this kind of "ignorance": "Brother, you should have some porridge first."

While talking, he took the seafood porridge that Fang Jiaming asked him to bring to Ling Bei's bedside: "Auntie said that I must watch you and drink this bowl of porridge, otherwise I won't be able to do business when I go back."

"I didn't let you go back." Ling Bei answered simply: "Tell me about the current situation first."

I saw him carefully trying to sit up straight, but he still accidentally pulled the wound, subconsciously gasped: "Hiss"

"elder brother"

"Shh!"

Just as Mo Ziwen wanted to get up and help him, he was immediately stopped by Ling Bei's eyes: "Don't make such a big noise."

So Mo Ziwen withdrew his hand in a very tactful manner: What's the matter with him in this kind of "dog food" place?

But Ling Bei didn't care about the complicated expression on his face.Just a little tired, he closed his eyes again, and leaned back against the head of the bed: "Say yours, speak in a low voice, I can hear you."

Seeing his stubborn appearance, Mo Ziwen knew that he couldn't hide what he had planned to say until he got better.

So he sighed helplessly, and his tone sank inexplicably: "That woman is dead."

"died?"

Ling Bei's tone rose slightly, but he still didn't open his eyes: "How did you die?"

Hearing Ling Bei's question, Mo Ziwen was stunned for a moment.Immediately, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled into a flamboyant arc: "Do you know that she wasn't killed by that cousin of yours?"

That's right, at that time Ling Bei should have heard Jiang Chengshu coming and fired first, subduing the woman before successfully taking down the leaderless kidnappers.

So when Mo Ziwen mentioned the news of the woman's death, anyone's first reaction should be that Jiang Chengshu shot the woman to death.

But Ling Bei still asked Mo Ziwen "how do people die" as if "knowingly asked".

That's because Ling Bei knew in his heart that with Jiang Chengshu's brain, he wouldn't be able to kill such an important suspect directly.That woman is more useful alive than dead.

The most important thing is that there is no need for Jiang Chengshu to go on a killing spree during this "support" mission, it will only bring her more troubles.Although she may not care much about these things, Ling Bei believes that Jiang Chengshu, who has always acted neatly, must like "one thing more is worse than one thing less".

After all, for Jiang Chengshu, who is used to using guns, there should be no difference between directly killing someone with a gun and just telling him to shut up.

"I don't know." Ling Bei replied blankly, "But I don't think Jiang Chengshu is so stupid."

"Well, she really didn't kill it."

Mo Ziwen naturally understood Ling Bei's thoughts, so he didn't continue to make detours: "That woman committed suicide."